What I Am

I am a shadow on your wall.
I am the one who took a fall.
I am the breeze, cool and fair.
And you are not allowed to care.

I am the ghost of a memory,
Left with no more sensory.
Left back in another season,
Even if left for no good reason.

I am the whisper in your ear.
Imprinted on a forgotten tear.
Washed away by summer rains.
Nowhere can I see the gain.

I am the glimmer in the night.
The only forewarned source of light.
A shimmer of the old again.
The remnants of nostalgic friends.

I am the stone in the ocean,
Centuries of onslaught,
Yet still unbroken.
I am eternal, I am the past.
Do not dare again look back.